Once upon a time in Miami...
...there was a schlub named Jude who could see dead people and a hustler named Cecilia angling for her slice of the American dream. When they met, sparks flew (different sparks fly now). They got married, had a kid, and combined their talents into a real estate agency called RED LIGHT PROPERTIES, offering "previously-haunted" homes at below-market prices to folks who could never otherwise afford one.
But the good vibes don't always last, do they? In order to clear a space of lingering spirits, Jude requires heroic doses of psychedelics on the daily to penetrate The Membrane separating the spirit world from ours... leaving him forever straddling his shamanic higher reality and the reptile-brain dystopia of American capitalism.
Which leaves Cecilia holding the bag with like, everything else: finding clients, closing contracts, the emotional labor of holding their family together, and... you see where this is going. Family businesses always suck... but this family business is the stuff of actual supernatural nightmares. IN FLORIDA.
Then there's their actual Work: every exorcism is a kind of time-travel, each ghost a person who can't let go of a world that moved on without them.
This makes every ghost story a human canvas to work out deep ideas: love, loss, consciousness, intimacy, climate gentrification, Yoruba gods, real Florida history, clairvoyance as neurodiversity, the memory of buildings, demonic thought-forms driving our civilization’s self-cannibalism and yes OK I'm ranting (a little) but hopefully you're starting to see how different, how RIGHT NOW the vibe of RLP is.
I call RED LIGHT PROPERTIES a “tropical horror” series: less Ghostbusters, more Better Call Saul meets The Shining, but with hyper-local Florida flavor. It's scary, sweaty, druggy, horny, schmucky, greasy, and powered by a beating human heart... my heart. Because RLP is 100% produced by me, every storyline, brush stroke & pixel.
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